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Dedicated to my beloved grandpa - he took me to see hundreds of scenery in the world and rebuilt my self-confidence when I was most desperate. This book is a bridge of longing that I have paved with words. Death may not be the end, but the entrance to another journey. "I" left this world in an accident, but met an angel in the dim light of heaven. A special opportunity lies before me: I can return to the human world and help 100 souls realize their unfinished dreams. But the rules are cold and cruel - the ability is limited, and every time a helping hand is extended, it may accelerate the disappearance of "I" as a passer-by. The realization of every dream is a profound understanding of human nature. In this process, "I" not only witnessed the love that transcends life and death, the persistent protection, and the silent reconciliation, but also in the life fragments of each seeker, I vaguely saw my own past and the knot that I could never let go of - about parting and about the unspoken love. This is not only a journey to help others realize their dreams, but also a pilgrimage for "I" to face his heart, understand the meaning of life, and finally reconcile with himself. My grandfather used his broad arms to rebuild my broken self-confidence with his simplest wisdom at the darkest and self-doubting moments in my life, teaching me to see the glimmer of light even in adversity. The deepest missing is not to indulge in sadness, but to live better with the love and courage given to us by the deceased. The real farewell is to learn to gain the strength to move forward in memory and understand that every life has its own unique meaning.

On the night of the 2008 earthquake, Chen Shouzhuo, the stuttering and cowardly young master of the leather workshop, was framed by Zhou Pingchuan, the son of an apprentice who sympathized with his brothers, and escaped before the battle, causing the century-old leather workshop to be destroyed. Chen Shouzhuo was unable to defend himself and was whipped out of the school. He took a piece of mutilated leather with Zhou Pingchuan's fingerprints on it and left his hometown. Fifteen years later, he became a master of leather art incognito, but Zhou Pingchuan stole the name of the Chen family and dominated the market with machine imitation. When the empire of lies was on the verge of collapse, the two finally settled their grudges in a craftsman showdown at the ruins of the cellar. Chen Shouzhuo used the treasured piece of old leather to mend the leather that had been damaged by Zhou Pingchuan's tanning. According to the cobbler's rules, once mended, the scars would become patterns.

Maybe you have also been trapped by memories.

Three years ago, a shocking financial collapse buried half of the city's elite. Some people reach the top, some go bankrupt, and some die without a burial. Only Lu Linyuan swallowed up all the dirty information, evidence, and infamy on his own. He fell from the throne of capital into the quagmire and became a criminal despised by everyone in the industry. Everyone in the world knows that he is traitorous, greedy for profit, ruining situations and harming others. No one knows-- He was the only sober victim. Three years later, the deadlock restarted, the jackal returned, and old scores were settled. Lu Linyuan, who had been silent for three years, transformed into a low-level loser and entered the game in a low-key manner. He had no intention of saving people, and he had no intention of joining the world. He just wanted to tear up the entire black web of cannibalism with his own hands. But he ran into the craziest, coldest and most stubborn huntress - Xu Jin. She was burdened with the blood debt of the Master Sect. She had been sneaking for three years, licking blood with the tip of her knife, chasing the murderer step by step. She only lives for one thing: Find out who caused the collapse and pay with blood. The two met in a game and judged each other with one glance-- The other party is an enemy, a ghost, and the deepest hidden black hand. He hides his trap to lure the enemy, is covered in darkness, and calculates every step. She hunts with hatred, is full of edge, and takes risks every step of the way. Everyone is a mask, everyone is betraying, everyone is plotting. Abyss meets abyss, crazy critic meets crazy critic, sinner meets avenger. You risk my future, and I'll bet on you for the rest of my life. Everyone in the world is at a loss, but you and I can start a prairie fire and be reborn.

The house we took out a loan for collapsed that day. At noon on the day when the earth shrunk, mountains and rivers shifted, volcanoes blocked the sun, tsunamis of thousands of meters pushed hundreds of kilometers inland, and seven billion people in the world disappeared... Wei Chen picks up the small earth that he can do as he pleases, and is about to face a sudden change in marine life. How will he deal with a new species explosion and mass extinction, and how will he face the power of real and illusory... ... (Although there is a seemingly omnipotent object like the small earth, the story is a realistic theme, with disasters and life and death. If readers who only read cool articles are not strong enough, a warm reminder is to take a detour, lest they feel unhappy and come here to curse...)

Self-order I've always wanted to write a novel that was just about people. There is no earth-shattering fate, no ups and downs of adventure, no protagonist and villain with clear distinction between good and evil. Just ordinary people. The kindness of ordinary people is real, selfishness is real, cowardice is real, and the occasional nobility, momentary repentance, and fleeting tenderness are also real. Human nature is never a straight line, it is folds. It is the ravine hidden under the smooth life, it is the darkness piled under the bright surface, it is the swing and pull that every ordinary person like you and I can't get rid of in our life. The 300,000 words in this novel are not about legend, but the 30,000 words are about life. It writes about how a person can see and accept himself bit by bit in the world, family relationships, interests, guilt, and desires, and finally live the most ordinary and true life.

Is the world seen with the eyes real? Or is the world in your heart real? True, false, false, illusion, true disillusionment! When the real world conflicts with the spiritual world, do you know who you are? What is true? What is fake?

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Han Ying Zui Hua At six o'clock in the morning, I pushed open the heavy wooden door of the library, and the creaking sound echoed in the empty hall. Today is the last day before the college entrance examination, and I decided to come to this place that has been with me for three years to say my final farewell. The sun shines through the stained glass windows, casting colorful light and shadow on the wooden floor. I walked to the innermost bookshelf with familiarity, where my favorite "Book of Songs" was hidden. My fingertips slid across the spine of the book and stopped on the yellowed pages, as if I could feel the temperature from a thousand years ago. "Guan Guan Jiu Jiu, in the River Island." I whispered softly, and the image of the ancients singing by the river emerged in my mind. Suddenly, a small sob interrupted my thoughts. Looking around, there was a girl sitting in the corner, holding a copy of "Chu Ci" and crying silently. "Are you okay?" I walked over and handed him a tissue. She raised her head, her eyes red and swollen: "I was reading "Li Sao" and read, "I took a long breath to cover my tears and mourned the hardships of the people's livelihood." Suddenly I couldn't help it. How desperate must Qu Yuan have been back then?" I was stunned. In the past three years, I have read "Li Sao" countless times, but I have never felt the same way she did. I always pursue the accuracy of recitation and the depth of understanding, but I forget that the most touching thing about literature is that it resonates with our lives. "Did you know?" The girl wiped her tears. "My mother is a sanitation worker and has to go out at three o'clock every morning. She always said that no matter how hard life is, she must be like Qu Yuan, 'The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.' I didn't understand it before, but now I understand the weight of her words after reading "Li Sao"."

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Twenty-year-old Chen Qing dropped out of school at the age of sixteen to enter the world, and spent four years in the world. With no background, no support, and no place to go, he is sensitive and introverted, trapped in self-denial, struggling alone in the quagmire of poverty, loneliness, and anxiety. The whole book records his complete life from wandering to survive, fighting against the internal friction of the native people, surviving countless dark nights when no one cares about him, finally reconciling with himself, taking root in the dust and growing up.

If I want to get to know butterflies, I have to be able to withstand the interruption of two or three caterpillars.

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At the age of 35, I have all this but no one to share it with. Now I start over again and everything will develop in a good direction. When the grapes will ripen, you have to wait and wait.

After experiencing emotional setbacks and workplace hardships, with the help of friends and his own awakening, the Lord lost his love-mindedness, became transparent, and focused more on himself. With his connections and excellent work ability, he finally took charge of himself, realized his own life value, lived a confident and transparent life, and found true love. After experiencing emotional setbacks and workplace hardships, with the help of friends and his own awakening, the Lord lost his love-mindedness, became transparent, and focused more on himself. With his connections and excellent work ability, he finally took charge of himself, realized his own life value, lived a confident and transparent life, and found true love.

Some people dispersed as they walked. A road, as you walk, will end. For the rest of my life, I will be at a loss as long as I live. Who has existed in this world and who has walked on this road. Who has been to this world? I have been thinking and hesitating for a long time, and want to write something, mainly about some of my own life experiences, some of which are true, some of creation, some of passion, and some of which are depressing. Just treat it as a little memory of my 15 years in Shenzhen and a little comment on my green years. It was a bit twists and turns, but luckily I didn't lose my heart.

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Come to the human world and endure thousands of years of frost

Lin Fan is a typical post-80s generation who failed to enter the system and is engaged in planning work. He is married and has children. The pressure and pressure from his wife, children, banknotes, house, and car relaxed and tightened like a curse, tightly restraining him, but his inner pursuit of ideals never stopped. While on vacation at the seaside with his family, he discovered a cliff that no one cares about on the mountain behind a small seaside village. He was so imaginative that he wanted to build this cliff, which was as ordinary as himself, into a unique hotel. Carrying this almost crazy dream, Lin Fan withstood the confusion of his family and the sarcastic eyes of the people around him, and embarked on an almost Quixote-like path to realize his dream. From the time he was lucky enough to be on a TV recording program, to the time he came into contact with all kinds of people in society, could this cliff hotel that Lin Fan insisted on spending all his money be built? Through a large number of inner monologues, this work delicately depicts the life state of a standard post-80s generation who believes that their talents are not appreciated and their talents are not promoted. I believe it will resonate with peers of this era.

Travel notes and life insights, collections of ancient poetry and modern poetry

Canal Island said: "On a good day, you should have eggs and tofu for breakfast, with fruits and dairy products; for lunch, you should have meat and vegetables, and a soup; for dinner, you should have fish, with other river and seafood dishes, and a bowl of good porridge; and later in the evening, you should add a small snack." ...

It's just my diary, with joy and sorrow, but more of daily life and reflection.

This book is a collection of essays\u002F documentary literature that records the lives, emotions and growth of ordinary people with a "realistic touch". The content focuses on "family affection, hometown, grassroots workers' experiences and life insights".

The main line is club management + the road to the basketball world championship. With a high starting point, they left everything behind and chose their dreams. Will it be successful in the end, or will it backfire? There is no group portrait of the heroine. Easy start, dark reality. Counter-routine. There are no actual stars or teams in reality. It also involves entertainment, business wars, political intrigue, black technology, and the aesthetics of pain... Atypical positive energy! There is tribute, emphasis on logic, and emphasis on science. There are different people and different things. There is sincere and touching family affection and friendship. (Extreme and paranoid may be...) Open ending scheduled. Companion volume (new novel) scheduled.

May everything under the sun become a pure land!

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Lin Nian, an introverted and timid college student, uses late-night live broadcasts to cover her worries. Her account "Song of You A Little Red Flower" hides her longing for her deceased mother. "Snaefellsnes" is her obsession to sing repeatedly. There is always an anonymous viewer "Rain in Breza Bay" in the live broadcast room, who only sends a small red flower and stays silent day after day. The lens was disguised by Tyndall's light and shadow. In reality, she huddled in the corner of the crowd until the mysterious audience stepped closer and uncovered the bonds of the past, allowing her to finally step out of the virtual light and shadow and embrace the warmth of reality.

A family of three, parents who love each other. One goes crazy and the other commits suicide. Pulling him in made him become the fairy tale in his dreams.

When writing a novel, new ideas will appear. Sometimes such ideas are not suitable to appear in a novel, nor are they suitable to be written in the "author's words". I will write them out and post them in the circle of friends. However, you will find that the recorded thoughts come in handy from time to time, so write them in your diary, organize them on the one hand, and check them at any time on the other hand, just as you like. Let the words restore more joy.

There are always people asking with tempting slogans: Do you want to make money easily? Want to turn over overnight? Lin Zhou was once confused by this carefully packaged "advertisement" and thought that clicking on it would mean good luck. Only when he stepped into it did he realize that it was a bottomless abyss. From the first try to being heavily in debt, from family harmony to betrayal and separation, the so-called gimmick of making money without losing money is just a trap to capture people's hearts. When the flashy filter shattered, he struggled to quit gambling amid endless regret, and finally understood: There are no quick shortcuts in life, and all the beautiful things that are deliberately promoted are poison wrapped in honey.

In the summer of 1999, a seventeen-year-old girl, Xiao Ran, fled her hometown in a hurry and went north to the capital because of a "scandal" that shocked the whole country. Seventeen years later, she returned to "Xianganli" on Jinling East Road with a house sale agreement, just to completely cut off the last trace of involvement with this city. However, when she pushed open the iron door with peeling green paint, it wasn't just the musty smell and old times that hit her face - her childhood playmate Ah Xing "escaped" back earlier than her. This man who once dominated the business community in Shenzhen now lives back on the ground floor of No. 3 Lane, dragging an old suitcase, a broken marriage, and a hospital diagnosis with no clear cause of illness. Two middle-aged people defeated by fate, on the terrace, under the vines, and in the warmth of Wang's mother's bowl of rice, were forced to face the truth that they had spent seventeen years avoiding: about who Xiao Ran was hurt by, about what kind of secrets were hidden in Ah Xing's silence, and about the scrawled "Nanny, I seem to have found it" in the last letter of grandma before her death.

People in the world mostly seek to enjoy themselves when drinking alcohol, but wine connoisseurs can use their five senses to explore the mellow flavor. Lin Zuo, a young man, entered the wine tasting business. From first understanding the color and aroma of wine to distinguishing various flavors, he went through white wine, rice wine, fine wines and delicacies. The cup is not only sweet and mellow, but also contains thousands of years of brewing skills and stories of human customs. One drink at a time, one step at a time, one step at a time, in the aroma of the wine, you can understand the world in the wine and realize the pure heart.

Think about society, don't copy or plagiarize.

Zhang Jianguo, who won six million, felt that his life was enlightened for the first time. Until the rickety figure flashed in front of the car lights. ...

At the end of February, Jiuyan Bridge in Jinchuan City. Si Yang and his sister Si Chuying saw a trafficker robbing a child, and they immediately stepped forward to stop them. In the chaos, the trafficker threw the child into the river. There was no sound of falling into the water, no signs of struggle, and no ripples on the river. By the time the police arrived, the trafficker had already escaped. The child's mother collapsed and fell to the ground. She has been unconscious since being admitted to the hospital. All surveillance cameras on the bridge were disconnected due to maintenance. There were no witnesses at the scene and the whereabouts of the child were unknown. Rumors spread, and the brave act that day was slandered as intentional injury. At this point, the family is in deep trouble with public opinion...

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New works are released, please support and encourage me. I intend to make this work my own masterpiece. No system + no cheats + pure strategy + personalization. Strive to ensure that the IQ, EQ, and business quotient of the group portraits are all online. The protagonist Lin Jie - a representative of workers born in the 1970s in the commercial workplace. He does not produce knowledge, but is a porter of various professional knowledge. A tribute to the youth of workers in the commercial workplace. A tribute to the struggles of workers in the commercial workplace. If what I wrote is worthy of the name, I hope you will reward me. If there is something wrong with what I wrote, I should correct it. How about changing it?

Originally I wanted to call it Silk Stockings, but because I rarely write these two words, I can't write them. Second, I thought of the veil, so it was a bit obscene. I looked up and turned to the crescent moon, and thought of the person wearing yellow in the Dream of Red Mansions. Finally, I had a dream about red pants, so I called it a wine glass.

This is a story about a boy who had a crush on a girl when he was in school in the 1990s, and stayed with her for three years. The boy's timidity and the girl's cowardice, as they grow up, they will regret each other for life.

Returning to his hometown in despair and being ridiculed by the whole village, Lin Chen has only 30,000 yuan left in savings and is desperate to survive! I thought the future was bleak, but the god-level farm system was accidentally activated! Wasteland turns into top-notch fertile soil in an instant, plantings double, the quality is top-notch, and the selling price soars several times! Others rely on the sky for their livelihood while farming, while he cheats and makes money every day while farming! Open up wasteland, build sheds, sow rare vegetables, and the road to riches begins! No one in the village is optimistic, except for the gentle girl Su Wanqing who always stays by her side and trusts her silently. Bind the heroine's luck, unlock super opportunities, and achieve a double harvest in career and love! Starting from a small greenhouse of three acres, he made a counterattack in life, became rich and amazed the whole village!

After half a lifetime of suffering, the warmth of human relationships, and the explosive counterattack of life. I once humbled myself like an ant and suffered all the suffering in the world; Finally, we ride through the wind and waves of the mountains and seas, and climb to the top to embrace the world!

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There is an inconspicuous repair shop hidden deep in the old street. Lin Mo guards the house full of scattered electronic parts, accompanying him with old objects every day. A squeaky old fan, malfunctioning children's toys, a laggy and aging computer, and a water-damaged mobile phone are all common entrustments. He uses his skillful hands to dismantle and repair, repair faults with small parts, silently take care of circuit losses, and quietly maintain old things. A series of small repairs, a series of human fireworks, not only the malfunctioning electrical appliances are repaired, but also the tender memories hidden in the appliances.

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